Maybe two days before Thanksgiving I was working on the other 3 seasons in my hair. It was hard. I think I liked the first one too much. I'm not completely happy with them. I was/am annoyed. Thanksgiving eve, I pull my drop mat with the other 3 seasons in my hair over into the corner as not to offend our holiday guests with my mess. I go to bed.
I wake up thanksgiving morning to my mother SCREAMING my name at 7:57am like she was in a non-urgent emergency. That particular explanation would require an entirely unrelated post...soooo...anyway, she's like we need some help. Come downstairs. I'm like....what could you possibly need at before 8am. She explains to me what happened. You wanna see?
|We bottle poppin?|
Thank God I was in bed. If I had been painting in my usual spot...Thank God mommy and auntie are ok. That's my story. Has this happened to anyone else before?